Open Face Surgery

Close your eyes, this may hurt a lot

Ah

I've learned to control my thoughts

Ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper

Those who listen in on my thoughts

My logic, my sanity

I cannot let them know I don't know

The verses, or converse in my head

Lash out at future foes

Banter with friends I've not yet met

The psychoaggressive minions of

Your lord mock with laughter; I can't hear

With hidden scowls, they admonish me

Nothing's sacred, Nothing's safe

Your filthy god is omnipresent

This undying nonentity that haunts

My every waking dream

They watch me, his mortal flock

They know me now by sight alone

My thoughts are too well concealed

Yet I sense more scrutiny

Fleeting lucidity's too loud for me

Let me be my silent self

Our existences irreconciled

Make them stop, I'm rotting fast

The answer, painful though it may be, is change

Alter my outer shell

The listeners may not, then, know it's me

Open face surgery, short of pain

And long on masquerade

Ounce by ounce, lose a little weight

Nip here, tuck there, who needs eyelids?

Ah